Oneida
Established Nation
TAURITANIA
“I mean it’s not that I don’t like her, I just don’t think I really want to like spend too much time with her. She’s fun and all that, I guess, but she gets...I don’t know weird. Like she wants things to go so fast. She talks about moving to Solis, going on holiday in Hadigualis, and hiking in fucking West Occitania all in the same sentence. She hasn’t brought up kids but she keeps commenting on how wonderful it would be to have a baby…wait…yo why are you all staring at me?”
“Because you’re talking you fucking idiot,” Martín said.
“Oh…right,” Alonso burst out laughing.
“You’re fucking high,” Luys chimed as he exhaled through his perfectly white smile. He passed the blunt to Cristoval.
“You gotta break up with her now man,” Cristoval inhaled “You can’t stick your dick in crazy. That shit sticks.”
Martín nodded.
“That’s true, you hear about Nudhayr and Danā? That bitch poked holes in every one of his condoms because she was afraid he was gonna leave her,” Luys spoke “Pass it here.”
“Well, was he gonna?” Cristoval leaned to Luys and handed him the blunt.
“Well yeah,” Luys inhaled “Like I said that bitch was crazy.”
“Isn’t she pregnant?” Alonso asked – coming back to reality.
“Yeah but it’s someone else’s,” Luys answered, snickering “isn’t that some shit?”
As the group laughed together, the door to the room flung open and in walked Juzayy and Hamza. The two could hardly contain their excitement as they came into the room.
“Marhabaan Shabab,” Juzayy said. “Hola hombre,” the group replied.
Hamza pulled from his pocket two bags with a white powder in them. He threw them both to the table and kneeled down next to it. His hands we’re hovering around it as if it was some sort of mystic item.
“Amigos, ‘ashab,” he said “This, this is the good stuff. This is cocaine straight from West Occitania. Pure, raw, powerful.”
“We can get Engellexic coke like right down the street, why should I give a fuck about this?” Luys asked.
“Fuck the Engells,” Juzayy dismissed the idea “They’re refined and so full of themselves. This is West Occitan. That place is such a shithole now all they can do is make the strongest shit to take it all away.”
“That’s fucking dark man,” Alonso said.
“Yeah, that is,” Hamza said – pointing in the direction of what the group could only guess was West Occitania “But this, mis amigos, this is the Días de la Revolución!”
(OOC: I thought it would be fun for everyone to just have a chance to post some fucked up story of a character's trip to Auraria during the country's one week long festival of drunken, drug induced, sex crazed stupors. Please feel free to explore any kind of post you'd like anywhere in the country you'd like.)
“I mean it’s not that I don’t like her, I just don’t think I really want to like spend too much time with her. She’s fun and all that, I guess, but she gets...I don’t know weird. Like she wants things to go so fast. She talks about moving to Solis, going on holiday in Hadigualis, and hiking in fucking West Occitania all in the same sentence. She hasn’t brought up kids but she keeps commenting on how wonderful it would be to have a baby…wait…yo why are you all staring at me?”
“Because you’re talking you fucking idiot,” Martín said.
“Oh…right,” Alonso burst out laughing.
“You’re fucking high,” Luys chimed as he exhaled through his perfectly white smile. He passed the blunt to Cristoval.
“You gotta break up with her now man,” Cristoval inhaled “You can’t stick your dick in crazy. That shit sticks.”
Martín nodded.
“That’s true, you hear about Nudhayr and Danā? That bitch poked holes in every one of his condoms because she was afraid he was gonna leave her,” Luys spoke “Pass it here.”
“Well, was he gonna?” Cristoval leaned to Luys and handed him the blunt.
“Well yeah,” Luys inhaled “Like I said that bitch was crazy.”
“Isn’t she pregnant?” Alonso asked – coming back to reality.
“Yeah but it’s someone else’s,” Luys answered, snickering “isn’t that some shit?”
As the group laughed together, the door to the room flung open and in walked Juzayy and Hamza. The two could hardly contain their excitement as they came into the room.
“Marhabaan Shabab,” Juzayy said. “Hola hombre,” the group replied.
Hamza pulled from his pocket two bags with a white powder in them. He threw them both to the table and kneeled down next to it. His hands we’re hovering around it as if it was some sort of mystic item.
“Amigos, ‘ashab,” he said “This, this is the good stuff. This is cocaine straight from West Occitania. Pure, raw, powerful.”
“We can get Engellexic coke like right down the street, why should I give a fuck about this?” Luys asked.
“Fuck the Engells,” Juzayy dismissed the idea “They’re refined and so full of themselves. This is West Occitan. That place is such a shithole now all they can do is make the strongest shit to take it all away.”
“That’s fucking dark man,” Alonso said.
“Yeah, that is,” Hamza said – pointing in the direction of what the group could only guess was West Occitania “But this, mis amigos, this is the Días de la Revolución!”
(OOC: I thought it would be fun for everyone to just have a chance to post some fucked up story of a character's trip to Auraria during the country's one week long festival of drunken, drug induced, sex crazed stupors. Please feel free to explore any kind of post you'd like anywhere in the country you'd like.)